Forced Confusion

Forced thinking

Such a compulsion

Forced feeling

Needs propulsion

Strangers talking

Slightly unnatural

Swishing their ideas

At each other, so forceful

Loud loud voice

Making yourself known

Whether you like that self

Whether it’s really your own

Look at someone

Across the room

Size them up slowly

As they consider you

Drift away from

Present conversation

Move purposefully

To a new destination

Socialize with

A devil’s intent

Spread your way through

With a cancerous scent

Signal slowly

For another glass

This moment needs

Wit and class

Drawl, drawl away

Your deep ideas

Mystify

What is clear

Claw slowly

At your own face

Bathe in this

Intellectual embrace

Call it pseudo

Call it delusion

Call it a need

For forced confusion.